when you find out about time it’s time to see it is neither good nor bad yes, it’s a long time and it’s no time so don’t complain about God being good
Category archives: poetry
When at Cambridge
When at Cambridge I was bound by urgent torments of prejudice. Not just the fears of status jealously desired but immeasurable views, a paralax of shadows, a chiaro-scuro of moorish taste. He fat, she common, he wrong, she right. Always a frame like a butcher evaluating, scouring the block. The memoried practiced eye weighing his …
I’ve heardMetaphors like HaikusTrip up
Meeting Each themselves recognises in the otherThat which the other’s eye alone can see
Be here when you’re here.Be there when you’re there.But never leave here.
Behind Words is some thing.I thought itThe moon over Mosborough.
Something you heardSomething you heard a thousand timesBut this time you heard it
Going to take a showerDon’t stop – start smellingThe jasmine is out
Sunt Lacrimae Rerum
for Roger and… He entered these doors a deep sea diver. This day, with the helmet of his bell suit fogged with tears, he told of deciphering, of streams of struggle, the letting of blood, the patience of grief, know-not-I-what-else. That time is fallen? Floored is memory? Ignorance is mercy? At this threshold the pressure …
Mourning Practice
I thought (no longer fond of thought) to visualise my mother and father. Finding myself surprised there they were on the other side of the kitchen table. I haven’t spoken about it much yet. Certainly not to them. I looked a little closer to see how they were doing. I was afraid. I drink my …